After The Burial - Forging A Future Self


Please cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They will insurrect my former self. Hide behind your failed design. Perfect its imperfections. I�ll carry out the plans of old. I�ll dig through the remains of my ruins. Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart. I�ll carry out plans of old. Digging through the remains of my ruins. From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. A strange suffocation, enticing existence. It�s comforting, the artificial life. A ghostly bliss without your kiss. Never grasping what you�ve hoped for. Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. You�ll never feel that loving glow. Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. As you dissipate into the shadows.

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